In a country church …

White lilies
in waxy-petalled sprays
redolent of mourning
and of wreaths,
flank the altar of a country church
at dusk,
imbuing the chill and mildewed air
with a deep and honeyed  scent,
vanilla’d musk.

In fading light, the low sun
glancing through stained glass
diffuses the sepulchral gloom,
to gleam on psalter, oak
and burnished brass
and warm wan lilies into life
to breathe soft breaths of rich perfume … .

About atomsofstars

Reticent .. but I hope my poetry speaks for me .. Favourite quotation .. ' Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.' Ludwig Wittgenstein
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